[ He tests Bruce, as much as Bruce tests him in return - neither seeking to force one another, but to set a boundary, something to be respected and minded. Who knows how long they will be among one another. ( Until coma, or death. ) The width of his mind pressed against steady resistance, walls made of steel and the eerie shriek of dusk blackened by the flitting wings of bats in the multitude.
He likes bats. They're very small pieces of whole monsters that bleed from his body, slip-slide darkness and abomination, when he calls for them. ]
A business man. [ He turns the thought over, and over. It doesn't quite fit Bruce. ] I come from a court of liars and hidden snares as well.
[ A world of people driven to do desperate things. Children, driven to violence in their terror. And here they are: a business man with hidden depths and an old warleader with a mind like dark water. They're part and parcel of one another's waking world and unconscious mind, and neither is quite able to trust the other - let alone any one else within the nest. He doesn't blame Bruce. He feels very similarly. Certainly, he does not aspire to change his mind on the matter, not within their preliminary meetings. ]
So, I understand. It's a valid argument and something of concern, [ there could be. If he has anyone in mind, he doesn't offer names or faces. ] Having one's privacy compromised might be the worst crime among the nest, to be sure. Cathaway is a fair example of what it means to be subsumed within the trapping of the nest. Who's to say brief glimpses and offerings of our minds to one another aren't indulgences we'll come to crave? It's so easy, to keep track of where we all are. What state we're in. If those we may think of fondly are secure.
[ You want paranoid and mistrustful, Bruce?? He loathes every little vulnerability the symbiotic connection begs him to reconsider. ]
I'll respect your wishes, of course - as I'd like you respect wishes that are mine. And I'd like to work well with you.
no subject
[ He tests Bruce, as much as Bruce tests him in return - neither seeking to force one another, but to set a boundary, something to be respected and minded. Who knows how long they will be among one another. ( Until coma, or death. ) The width of his mind pressed against steady resistance, walls made of steel and the eerie shriek of dusk blackened by the flitting wings of bats in the multitude.
He likes bats. They're very small pieces of whole monsters that bleed from his body, slip-slide darkness and abomination, when he calls for them. ]
A business man. [ He turns the thought over, and over. It doesn't quite fit Bruce. ] I come from a court of liars and hidden snares as well.
[ A world of people driven to do desperate things. Children, driven to violence in their terror. And here they are: a business man with hidden depths and an old warleader with a mind like dark water. They're part and parcel of one another's waking world and unconscious mind, and neither is quite able to trust the other - let alone any one else within the nest. He doesn't blame Bruce. He feels very similarly. Certainly, he does not aspire to change his mind on the matter, not within their preliminary meetings. ]
So, I understand. It's a valid argument and something of concern, [ there could be. If he has anyone in mind, he doesn't offer names or faces. ] Having one's privacy compromised might be the worst crime among the nest, to be sure. Cathaway is a fair example of what it means to be subsumed within the trapping of the nest. Who's to say brief glimpses and offerings of our minds to one another aren't indulgences we'll come to crave? It's so easy, to keep track of where we all are. What state we're in. If those we may think of fondly are secure.
[ You want paranoid and mistrustful, Bruce?? He loathes every little vulnerability the symbiotic connection begs him to reconsider. ]
I'll respect your wishes, of course - as I'd like you respect wishes that are mine. And I'd like to work well with you.